Electra’s afternoon

It is ‪around noon‬ that the second coffin opens. The lid just moves a few inches revealing only darkness inside. For a moment, the whole room seems to be holding its breath out of respect for the waking creature. At first nothing happens, until white smoke starts slowly pouring out the enclosed darkness. The mist covers the dusty floor, crawls up the stairs, sneaks into the house, reaches the bathroom on the first floor. Suddenly it recedes at great speed reshaping into a vague human form.

Electra stands in front of the empty mirror. She smiles despite the fact that she has not seen her own face for more than a millennium... except in the begging eyes of her victims.

***

Arianne has not seen her boss since yesterday morning. After visiting the Sinclairs, he called in sick and went home directly. He sent her an email late in the afternoon with very specific instructions on the requirements of the clients. Arianne had the worst morning ever, coordinating with everyone just to be on time. But she managed. That’s how good she is at her job.

The painters and the gardener should be here in half an hour and the furniture should arrive around three. The rest of the specialists will come over tomorrow and it should all be done by the next day. The client paid a lot to have all this quickly wrapped up. She checks her file one last time, just to be sure that she has not forgotten anything, straightens her dress and rings the doorbell.

A few moments later, the door creaks open. Mentally, she takes a note that she needs to fix that.

“I’d rather you leave the creak in the door. It gives a creepy je-ne-sais-quoi...” the stunning woman opening the door says.

Arianne is a professional and she has dealt with hundreds of eccentric clients, but it must be the first time that one has ever read her mind... but that is impossible... maybe she said it out loud. She definitely needs some holidays.

“Good morning Arianne, I am Electra, please come in.”

“Good morning, Mrs. Sinclair.”

A few minutes later, the two women are looking at the plans and fabric samples Arianne has brought with her. The interior decorator’s assistant has a hard time concentrating. Beyond the door incident, she is unable to take her eyes off the deep cleavage of the woman. She’s not so much attracted to women but there’s something dizzying about the deep V shape of alabaster skin on the chest of the client. A hand gently lays on her shoulder, the strong slender fingers start kneading her tension away.

“What did you say this color’s name was?”

“I...”

Arianne is now absolutely incapable of formulating a coherent thought. Her mind is obscured with lustful confusion. She stops to breathe in. The hand is now on the back of her neck. The woman’s fingers are cold.

“Come on girl, keep it together,” she thinks.

But the mouth on her neck is not helping and the hand sliding inside her pants is making things even worse.

Pain.

She screams.

Overwhelming pleasure.

She groans.

Fingers brushing her pubis.

Her surroundings sink in shadows. Slowly, slowly, until everything is pitch black.

***

The painters arrive, Arianne greets the three men team. She is famished and horny as hell but she has a job to do, she has to please her Mistress. But the Mistress is out, running an errand, maybe she can isolate the young one... Ernesto...

“Ernesto, would you mind following me upstairs?”

“Of course, Miss Arianne.”

The small bedroom has not been opened in a very long while. The smell of dampness and mold is pungent. The new thrall does not care, her soon to be victim a bit more. But the discomfort linked to the oppressive atmosphere is nothing in comparison to the fact that his boss’ boss assistant has pinned him to the door, **** him into a violent kiss and is now trying to get him out of his overalls. A suspender snaps, Arianne avidly kisses down the bare torso. He is hard, hard as a rock. She pulls on his boxers, swallows the cock. Her mouth is so cold yet so wet, so pleasant. A hand cups his balls, a finger slides into his ass, a pair of fangs tear his skin. He comes.

***

Electra walks down Elm street speaking over the phone.

“Delilah! My love, it’s been so long.”

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“Just moved in, the town is quite nice.”

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“Yes, I just wanted to confirm that the sun lotion and the toys were on their way.”

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“Amazing!”

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“I’ll make sure we drop by head office for dinner before we move into the next town.”

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“Not a clue, we haven’t started looking yet. This place is quite pleasant and we plan on staying a bit longer than the last one. How about you? Anything new at the office?”

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“VampR, yes, I saw it in the app store. The reviews are great! I’ll definitely install it.”

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“I have to leave you now, I have some pamphlets to distribute to my neighbors. Love you big girl!”

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She hangs up. Delilah, president and founder of Eternico, and her go way back. Back to the middle ages. Actually Delilah, was once one of those bare feet fair maidens in a nightgown that Electra and Bob had chased down in a forest. Electra is happy, she loves her unlife.

She walks up to a porch. Knocks on the door. A middle-aged blonde opens.

“Good afternoon dear neighbor, my name is Electra Sinclair and I wanted to invite you to a private sale tomorrow at my place.”

Jeanine looks at the card in her hand as the strange woman walks away. Normally she would never bother going to these private sales but she feels that in this case she will definitely make an exception.